This cow is leaning

I did a lot of heavy housework yesterday and barely made a dent-because, yes, I announce the truth: WE ARE SLOBS. I believe this was kept disguised until the closets got full and pushed the doors open and spewed. I believe that means I have been dealing with spew; it doesn’t sound too good put that way.

Back to the leaning. I am tired; last night I hobbled to the car on stiff little old lady legs. I remember when I could sit Indian fashion on the floor and stand right up and take off. I have a long memory. I am about ready to ask someone to tip me, tip this cow right over onto a soft surface and put her Kindle in her hand, or a remote.

Of course, maybe instead of a remote, I need a taser in hand.